[ 運命 . ]

Reborn.

Feels so good to be reborn,

my room of art awaits me,

let the sunset shine on me,

let it paint me in warmth.

-t.f.s.

“Само искам да намеря себе си, изгубих се назад във времето, изгубих се в други хора, в техните мечти, в техните пътища. Искам да се намеря, искам да си помогна, искам да се извиня на себе си, защото не заслужавах да спирам да се грижа за себе си и да се пренебрегвам за другите, защото те винаги са имали план, винаги са имали път, а аз просто следвах пътища, които не бяха моите, мислейки си, че там някъде ще се намеря. “

— You don't need to follow something/ someone because they're pretty. Make yourself prettier than anything else.

Where are all my convictions? On top of some pocket or did I leave them in the middle of the road? I don't remember where the parts I scattered went, but maybe if I manage to fly with my wings and my soul evolves, I will be where heaven is - true happiness.

-t.f.s.

“Whatever you do, never run back to what broke you.”

— Frank Ocean (via perrfectly)

Her gaze exposed the missing piece of a courage. She was the mind killer.

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He, who wants to fight

and be frightened,

he, who wants to become

someone, followed by the sun

erased from mortality

and forgiven,

time has come,

may he gather all the light,

all the fire, the passion

that drag him all the way up

and behind that sadness

may he break the pressure

to find natural peace as treasure.

-t.f.s.

People weren't capable of creating light.

They just stayed behind the ashes and smell of destruction painted in a black hole.

Before it could attack, the void was a spiral that fed itself with your soul.

-t.f.s

That's wow.

Hopefully -

In seven years I’ll be a different person,

And in my stride

I seem to find

That belief an assertion.

It’s not as if I’m struggling,

To find out who I am.

It’s just that thought of deep unrest is bubbling,

To the surface,

Again.

To be alone cathartic,

Apart from life

A part of life.

To regain my composure,

To ensure I find closure.

There are meanings to these thoughts

These thoughts I feel and hold.

There’s times upon the horizon,

Still yet to be told.

There’s loss upon my path, to radiant perfection.

Wether it be at my hands or through times of inflection.

It’s impossible to feel loss,

Without once having had.

So that’s will be my goal,

A story yet untold.

I’ll collect many more memories, and experiences.

And have myself,

To mould.